He took a sheet of paper from the desk near the bed into his hands,
inspecting it lightly. Shrugging to himself, Brock crumpled it up and threw
the paperball into the makeshift basketball hoop in the corner of his
hospital room, watching as it rimmed the edge and then fall to the floor
without making it in. Sighing in indifference, he walked across and picked
it up again, crushing it in his hand and enjoying the crunch under his
power.
He was going to be released from the hospital today, after two long weeks of being bedridden and bored. Frankly, if he had to stay there another day he was going to shoot someone. Literally.
After realizing that the doctor was taking too long just to finalize his papers, Brock decided to pick up his bag and leave, perhaps play investigator and see what the quack was upto. His injured shoulder made it harder on him just to heave his bag out to the lobby and cursed himself for letting Hunter beat the living snot out of him. He massaged his shoulder, grimacing over the pain and realized that he was going to have to be smarter and not just use brute strength to get what he wanted. It sounded odd to hear himself think that.
" Okay, I understand."
" Make sure that he doesnt lift anything over two hundred pounds for the first three weeks, once the pain resides and I clear him of any remaining injuries, he may go back to training."
He watched as Christina smiled to the doctor as she shook his hand, the kindness in her eyes as she watched him walk away made the fleeting feeling of jealousy plant itself deeply in the pit of his stomach. Brock didnt want her to smile like that to another man and he had to qwell the growl from his lips as Christina noticed him standing watching her in the middle of the lobby.
" Hey, big guy." She waved him over to her. " How ' ya feelin?"
Narrowing his eyes over her shoulder, Brock glared at the doctor's retreating back and made sure that he didnt look back at Christina as she walked away. He made sure to wipe the jealousy off his face when he looked down at her. " What are you doing here?" He asked, not too kindly.
" I..." She said, ignoring his grumpy tone. " Came to sign you out. You'd be surprised at how lacking the security is around here. I'da thought that someone would have checked my references, but they didnt."
He snorted." What did you say, that you were the First Lady?" Brock asked,opening the hospital door for her and letting her pass.
" Nah, not really." She shook her head and shrugged casually, before walking ahead of him to her car." I just told the doctor I was your fiance'."
The word froze him momentarily, and he looked at Christina over the other side of her car. " Dont ever do that again."
" Uh..... ok." Christina replied, hiding the blowing hurt with indifference. She only wanted to help, and the only way of doing that was to pretend she was his girlfriend. Guess he didnt like her as much as she thought he did.
Waiting as he settled himself down, Christina looked at her hands on the steering wheel. She was so stupid! Why did she have to let that slip and freak him out when she spent the better part of two weeks to try and get him to warm up to the idea that she was his tag team partner now. You can slash THAT effort right off the bat now......
" Listen, Im sorry if I insulted you or anything by saying that. I just did it so I could get you out to train sooner. I didnt think and I know I was being an idiot and all." Her cheeks burned with shame as she gripped the wheel harder. " I wont say something stupid like that again."
He avoided looking at her next to him, turned his head and watched as other people walked through the hospital parking lot. If it wasnt so quiet as it was then, Brock didnt think he would have heard the almost silent sigh coming from Christina before she geared up the car and backed it out.
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The incident at the hospital soon faded after a few tense days passed, both prefering to let it fade from their minds for the moment. Brock kept his end of the deal, allowing Christina to work along side him and train with him. He had a tough time however, finding out later on that she wasnt as in shape as he hoped she was. It was frustrating for him, and he felt as if he had to train her from the begining when he reminded himself that she WAS a beginner, not a wrestler. The injured arm and shoulder limited his actual ability to help her with the weights, and Christina soon inquired Mark Calloway to help, with Brock supervising.
Brock admired the man, really. He was a tremendous athlete and an intelligent business man, and Brock didnt mind him lounging around with the two of them while they trained in the local gym. But then again, he'd feel a faint prick of annoyance inside when it'd come time for Mark to say goodbye for the night and he'd would hang on longer than necessary for a goodbye hug. Its not like he cared, Brock would think to himself as he'd stretch his mucles in the corner, pretending to ignore the appearently close friends' parting.
' I dont care......Could'nt care less!' He'd tell himself, but when he would slide his eyes to the side and see Mark's big hands around Christina's waist and her arms around his neck.......
Christina turned at the sound of Brock's growl. It was one of the usual nights in the gym, except that Mark was busy instead with talking things over with Mr. Mcmahon about his upcoming match next week, leaving Brock alone with Christina tonight. Deciding to take it easy because she felt real lazy, she opted to work the treadmill until Mark came back, and Brock had sat beside her in one of the gym's steel chairs, popping open a magazine and pretended to read. Yet for the past ten minutes, Christina noticed his eyes wandering the gym, coming to rest on the carpeted floor when his lip curled and he growled so quietly, that if she didnt have good hearing, she would have missed it.
Saving her breath, Christina asked " What's wrong?"
As if noticing her prescence for the first time, Brock's eyes snapped up at her and he wiped the snarl off his face and feigned innocence. " What?"
" You freakin' growled! " She smiled at him breathlessly. " What the heck was that?"
" What was what? I didnt say anything."
She raised an eyebrow at him and shrugged to herself, continuing on running the treadmill. Ten agonizing minutes later, with her breath gone and her legs on fire, Christina slowed the speed of the machine to where she could at least catch her breath.
" Ugh! Thats it! I cant do anymore, I wanna stop!"
Brock looked up from the magazine in his lap with a concerned look on his face, " Does it hurt alot?"
Christina shot him a death glare from the treadmill. " No, not that much, Im only going to faint from the acute feeling of rapture in like two seconds...." She puffed, " Of course it hurts, you dork, I cant breathe!"
Looking thoughtfully to the side, he pondered for a second and then shrugged, smirking smartly at her." Good, that means you're actually getting something done. You still need another...." He paused, glancing at his watch before returning to his magazine." Twenty minutes."
She almost fell off the fast moving machine." What the? I already spent half an hour on this worthless thing! You cant tell me I still need another 20 minutes!"
" Um. I think I just did. Now get running."
Christina raised an eyebrow. " What the heck do you think I am doing now?"
" Warm up, thats what......" He muttered, easing the speed button of the treadmill on turbo. " NOW you're running!"
" Oh sweet mother of Jesus! You're going to kill me you know that?!" She yelled, speeding up to keep up, convinced that he WAS trying to kill her just for sadistic purposes........
He snorted." You wouldnt be having such a tough time if you'd stop eating all those Burger King Whoppers."
" Look who's talking!" She grinned, couldnt help laughing at him even though she was nearly out of breath for real this time.
" Hey, at least what I eat doesnt go to my hips and butt!" He said, unconsiously shifting his gaze to the exact spots on her he was talking about, having to mentally kick himself from looking too long and having her catch him. Hey, there was no harm in just looking right?
" Eh, you know what? I think Im about to go and stop for tonight. I'm tired, and I have to go make sure Madison gets fed." Christina turned the treadmill off and stepped to the floor, bending over to catch her breath.
" Tired? It's only nine right now."
She looked up at him from croutching. " Well, you're not the one who spent nearly an hour on a treadmill going at a speed that'll kill me sooner than shape me up, so I wouldnt be talking!" She smiled at him, jokingly smacking him on the arm as she passed.
Looking back at her as she searched through her bag, she unknowingly gave him free sight of her back. Her shoulders were perfectly sculpted, thanks to her weight training with Mark. A long and shapely torso gave way to wide hips that tempted him to just grab her from behind and run his hands along her sides and enjoy the ride. He knew that underneath that horribly faded and outstyled work out outfit, hid soft and undeniably feminine curves that his hands itched to clutch onto and Brock then and there had second thoughts about allowing her to tone up those curves just to win a stupid match.
Pulling out a small towel, Christina wiped her face and draped the towel around her neck, her hands hanging loosely from the ends. As she turned she missed Brock snapping his opened mouth closed and his eyes quickly glancing away from her butt and settled on her face.
" I'm hungry." He blurted out before he could think.
Looking at him oddly, Christina let a confused grin slip on her face. " Thats.....nice."
Crap.....What the heck was happening to him? He wasnt a stupid stuttering teenager looking for a friday night date anymore, so why in the blue hell would he be spurting out random, nervous comments as if he was? " You want to go out? Eh, to eat?" He hastily added, " I think there's a Wendy's around here somewhere...."
His insides were all in a knot and he felt so stupid, getting all nervous just asking a simple question. He knew what it must have sounded like to her, and he suddenly tried to justify it to himself that it wasn't a stupid "date". ' I'M hungry, SHE'S probably hungry. Might as well go eat together, I guess.' Brock thought to himself, ' Just go eat, no romantic intentions whatso ever.......'
Yeah right, if there wasnt no intention, then why did his breath get knocked out of him when her face turned into a frown and he saw her shake her head. " No, I dont think so."
Brock glanced down to the floor. " 'right."
" I dont like to eat out alot," Christina replied, totally unaware of Brock's internal battle as he looked up at the sound of her voice, " But my hotel room had a little kitchenette and there's alot of food I can share. 'Ya wanna come up?"
" Um, yeah. Thats fine too." He winced when he heard his noticably relieved voice and he cleared his throat. " I mean, I guess." Brock shrugged.
Smiling, Christina zipped her bag again. " Great! Let's go."
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He was going to be released from the hospital today, after two long weeks of being bedridden and bored. Frankly, if he had to stay there another day he was going to shoot someone. Literally.
After realizing that the doctor was taking too long just to finalize his papers, Brock decided to pick up his bag and leave, perhaps play investigator and see what the quack was upto. His injured shoulder made it harder on him just to heave his bag out to the lobby and cursed himself for letting Hunter beat the living snot out of him. He massaged his shoulder, grimacing over the pain and realized that he was going to have to be smarter and not just use brute strength to get what he wanted. It sounded odd to hear himself think that.
" Okay, I understand."
" Make sure that he doesnt lift anything over two hundred pounds for the first three weeks, once the pain resides and I clear him of any remaining injuries, he may go back to training."
He watched as Christina smiled to the doctor as she shook his hand, the kindness in her eyes as she watched him walk away made the fleeting feeling of jealousy plant itself deeply in the pit of his stomach. Brock didnt want her to smile like that to another man and he had to qwell the growl from his lips as Christina noticed him standing watching her in the middle of the lobby.
" Hey, big guy." She waved him over to her. " How ' ya feelin?"
Narrowing his eyes over her shoulder, Brock glared at the doctor's retreating back and made sure that he didnt look back at Christina as she walked away. He made sure to wipe the jealousy off his face when he looked down at her. " What are you doing here?" He asked, not too kindly.
" I..." She said, ignoring his grumpy tone. " Came to sign you out. You'd be surprised at how lacking the security is around here. I'da thought that someone would have checked my references, but they didnt."
He snorted." What did you say, that you were the First Lady?" Brock asked,opening the hospital door for her and letting her pass.
" Nah, not really." She shook her head and shrugged casually, before walking ahead of him to her car." I just told the doctor I was your fiance'."
The word froze him momentarily, and he looked at Christina over the other side of her car. " Dont ever do that again."
" Uh..... ok." Christina replied, hiding the blowing hurt with indifference. She only wanted to help, and the only way of doing that was to pretend she was his girlfriend. Guess he didnt like her as much as she thought he did.
Waiting as he settled himself down, Christina looked at her hands on the steering wheel. She was so stupid! Why did she have to let that slip and freak him out when she spent the better part of two weeks to try and get him to warm up to the idea that she was his tag team partner now. You can slash THAT effort right off the bat now......
" Listen, Im sorry if I insulted you or anything by saying that. I just did it so I could get you out to train sooner. I didnt think and I know I was being an idiot and all." Her cheeks burned with shame as she gripped the wheel harder. " I wont say something stupid like that again."
He avoided looking at her next to him, turned his head and watched as other people walked through the hospital parking lot. If it wasnt so quiet as it was then, Brock didnt think he would have heard the almost silent sigh coming from Christina before she geared up the car and backed it out.
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The incident at the hospital soon faded after a few tense days passed, both prefering to let it fade from their minds for the moment. Brock kept his end of the deal, allowing Christina to work along side him and train with him. He had a tough time however, finding out later on that she wasnt as in shape as he hoped she was. It was frustrating for him, and he felt as if he had to train her from the begining when he reminded himself that she WAS a beginner, not a wrestler. The injured arm and shoulder limited his actual ability to help her with the weights, and Christina soon inquired Mark Calloway to help, with Brock supervising.
Brock admired the man, really. He was a tremendous athlete and an intelligent business man, and Brock didnt mind him lounging around with the two of them while they trained in the local gym. But then again, he'd feel a faint prick of annoyance inside when it'd come time for Mark to say goodbye for the night and he'd would hang on longer than necessary for a goodbye hug. Its not like he cared, Brock would think to himself as he'd stretch his mucles in the corner, pretending to ignore the appearently close friends' parting.
' I dont care......Could'nt care less!' He'd tell himself, but when he would slide his eyes to the side and see Mark's big hands around Christina's waist and her arms around his neck.......
Christina turned at the sound of Brock's growl. It was one of the usual nights in the gym, except that Mark was busy instead with talking things over with Mr. Mcmahon about his upcoming match next week, leaving Brock alone with Christina tonight. Deciding to take it easy because she felt real lazy, she opted to work the treadmill until Mark came back, and Brock had sat beside her in one of the gym's steel chairs, popping open a magazine and pretended to read. Yet for the past ten minutes, Christina noticed his eyes wandering the gym, coming to rest on the carpeted floor when his lip curled and he growled so quietly, that if she didnt have good hearing, she would have missed it.
Saving her breath, Christina asked " What's wrong?"
As if noticing her prescence for the first time, Brock's eyes snapped up at her and he wiped the snarl off his face and feigned innocence. " What?"
" You freakin' growled! " She smiled at him breathlessly. " What the heck was that?"
" What was what? I didnt say anything."
She raised an eyebrow at him and shrugged to herself, continuing on running the treadmill. Ten agonizing minutes later, with her breath gone and her legs on fire, Christina slowed the speed of the machine to where she could at least catch her breath.
" Ugh! Thats it! I cant do anymore, I wanna stop!"
Brock looked up from the magazine in his lap with a concerned look on his face, " Does it hurt alot?"
Christina shot him a death glare from the treadmill. " No, not that much, Im only going to faint from the acute feeling of rapture in like two seconds...." She puffed, " Of course it hurts, you dork, I cant breathe!"
Looking thoughtfully to the side, he pondered for a second and then shrugged, smirking smartly at her." Good, that means you're actually getting something done. You still need another...." He paused, glancing at his watch before returning to his magazine." Twenty minutes."
She almost fell off the fast moving machine." What the? I already spent half an hour on this worthless thing! You cant tell me I still need another 20 minutes!"
" Um. I think I just did. Now get running."
Christina raised an eyebrow. " What the heck do you think I am doing now?"
" Warm up, thats what......" He muttered, easing the speed button of the treadmill on turbo. " NOW you're running!"
" Oh sweet mother of Jesus! You're going to kill me you know that?!" She yelled, speeding up to keep up, convinced that he WAS trying to kill her just for sadistic purposes........
He snorted." You wouldnt be having such a tough time if you'd stop eating all those Burger King Whoppers."
" Look who's talking!" She grinned, couldnt help laughing at him even though she was nearly out of breath for real this time.
" Hey, at least what I eat doesnt go to my hips and butt!" He said, unconsiously shifting his gaze to the exact spots on her he was talking about, having to mentally kick himself from looking too long and having her catch him. Hey, there was no harm in just looking right?
" Eh, you know what? I think Im about to go and stop for tonight. I'm tired, and I have to go make sure Madison gets fed." Christina turned the treadmill off and stepped to the floor, bending over to catch her breath.
" Tired? It's only nine right now."
She looked up at him from croutching. " Well, you're not the one who spent nearly an hour on a treadmill going at a speed that'll kill me sooner than shape me up, so I wouldnt be talking!" She smiled at him, jokingly smacking him on the arm as she passed.
Looking back at her as she searched through her bag, she unknowingly gave him free sight of her back. Her shoulders were perfectly sculpted, thanks to her weight training with Mark. A long and shapely torso gave way to wide hips that tempted him to just grab her from behind and run his hands along her sides and enjoy the ride. He knew that underneath that horribly faded and outstyled work out outfit, hid soft and undeniably feminine curves that his hands itched to clutch onto and Brock then and there had second thoughts about allowing her to tone up those curves just to win a stupid match.
Pulling out a small towel, Christina wiped her face and draped the towel around her neck, her hands hanging loosely from the ends. As she turned she missed Brock snapping his opened mouth closed and his eyes quickly glancing away from her butt and settled on her face.
" I'm hungry." He blurted out before he could think.
Looking at him oddly, Christina let a confused grin slip on her face. " Thats.....nice."
Crap.....What the heck was happening to him? He wasnt a stupid stuttering teenager looking for a friday night date anymore, so why in the blue hell would he be spurting out random, nervous comments as if he was? " You want to go out? Eh, to eat?" He hastily added, " I think there's a Wendy's around here somewhere...."
His insides were all in a knot and he felt so stupid, getting all nervous just asking a simple question. He knew what it must have sounded like to her, and he suddenly tried to justify it to himself that it wasn't a stupid "date". ' I'M hungry, SHE'S probably hungry. Might as well go eat together, I guess.' Brock thought to himself, ' Just go eat, no romantic intentions whatso ever.......'
Yeah right, if there wasnt no intention, then why did his breath get knocked out of him when her face turned into a frown and he saw her shake her head. " No, I dont think so."
Brock glanced down to the floor. " 'right."
" I dont like to eat out alot," Christina replied, totally unaware of Brock's internal battle as he looked up at the sound of her voice, " But my hotel room had a little kitchenette and there's alot of food I can share. 'Ya wanna come up?"
" Um, yeah. Thats fine too." He winced when he heard his noticably relieved voice and he cleared his throat. " I mean, I guess." Brock shrugged.
Smiling, Christina zipped her bag again. " Great! Let's go."
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